What Have You Lost To Administrations?

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Description: DISACTION By Pablo Neruda (1904 - 1973) The dove is filled with spilt papers, its breast is stained with erasers and weeks, with blotting paper whiter than a corpse and inks frightened by their sinister color. Come with me to the shadow of administrations, to the weak, delicate, pallid color of the chiefs, to the tunnels deep as calendars, to the doleful thousand-paged wheel. Let us examine now the titles and the conditions, the special affidavits, the vigils, the petitions with their teeth of nauseous autumn, the fury of ashen destinies and sad decisions. It is a tale of wounded bones, bitter circumstances and interminable clothes, and stockings suddenly serious. It is the dead of night, the veinless head from which day suddenly falls as if from a bottle broken by a lightningbolt. They are the feet and the clocks and the fingers and a locomotive of dying soap, and a bitter sky of soaked metal, and a yellow river of smiles. Everything reaches the tips of fingers like flowers, and fingernails like lightningbolts, withered armchairs, everything reaches the ink of death and the violet mouths of the tax stamps. Let us weep for the death of earth and fire, swords, grapes, the sexes with their tough realms of roots, the alcohol ships sailing among ships and the perfume that dances at night, on its knees, dragging behind a planet of perforated roses. With dog's suits and stains on our brows let us fall into the depths of the papers, into the anger of enchained words, into demonstrations tenaciously defunct, into systems wrapped in yellow leaves. Come with me to the offices, to the uncertain smell of ministries, and tombs, and postage stamps. Come with me to the white day that is dying screaming like a murdered bride.
Comments
NewWarriorMan ::: Favorites ofmay, that's the story of life, n'es pas? 07-05-16 01:03:41 _____________________________________________________
BWShr ::: Favorites i love how you interpreted the poem! it's awesome! I also love how read it as well. this is great :) 07-05-16 01:15:58 _____________________________________________________
NewWarriorMan ::: Favorites Bless you, BWShr! - Reid 07-05-16 01:17:59 _____________________________________________________
mcurren2004 ::: Favorites You read that so very well. Thank You. mc 07-05-16 03:36:23 _____________________________________________________
NewWarriorMan ::: Favorites Thank you, mcurren! - Reid 07-05-16 09:37:54 _____________________________________________________
NewWarriorMan ::: Favorites Brazzzzz, you've been making nice comments about me elsewhere ... are you trying to make me blush? 07-05-16 09:58:40 _____________________________________________________
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clayLavl ::: Favorites nice poem. i also like the black background. "the alcohol ships..." nice words. if only i could live on one of those ships...i'd prefer a different kind of ship though. one that makes me numb... 07-05-16 17:12:22 _____________________________________________________
NewWarriorMan ::: Favorites clay, alcohol will make you numb ... that's why so many millions drink their lives away! Best, Reid 07-05-16 17:22:25 _____________________________________________________
NorthernMaestro ::: Favorites This was not only an outstanding poem, but you have an amazing voice when i comes to telling them! Apparently you've got a gift for it. I expect to see more of this in the near future! - Alan 07-05-17 17:23:41 _____________________________________________________
NewWarriorMan ::: Favorites Alan, bless your heart! Thank you. - Reid 07-05-17 18:50:25 _____________________________________________________